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There was a man wearing a red robe. I told him the amount and handed him the pizza. He asked me to step inside because his wallet was on the table. Hi... trailer smelled like an ashtray and a thick haze hovered in the air. He put the pizza down on the table and grabbed his wallet. He turned around and looked at me. Then unexpectedly, he opened his robe up and let me take in his masculinity. I tried to look away but couldn't. I felt my face go flush. I felt myself getting hard and quickly​ covered. “I AM his wife!” I snapped “Tania, pleased to meet you.”He shook my outstretched hand vigorously, causing my boobs to bounce even more than previously, much to the amusement of the three ladies at the table.“Sorry!” Mike apologised, gazing at my breasts.“It’s ok, they seem to have a mind of their own.” I replied with a nervous giggle.“They are lovely.” he mumbled almost incoherently as he gazed at them, and gave an anxious glance to his wife sitting by his side.“Thank you kind sir!” I replied,. I poured it out without emotion or hesitation. I paused only when servers came to offer desserts and coffee or tea. When we all had a cup and a cake in front of us, I explained how I’d spent nearly a decade searching for answers beyond understanding, my anguish at the loss of my family, Miranda’s machinations to use us as human shields and how I’d had to learn lessons in dominance out of necessity to wrest my father from her control and fight her for my family’s life.“She didn’t really commit. She commiserated her unfortunate situation by squashing her naked breasts hard into my chest, her arms wrapped around my shoulders and by leaving the offending penis to rest inside her pussy. In fact I was quite in the mood to continue, I had hardly gone soft at all. I kept a slow humping on from beneath, my own sperm giving good lubrication. Her pussy felt really good still. Not too small, but tight around me. Most of all it was silky smooth inside. I wondered if she was aware of how good her.
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